I often use the word “victim” in my writing to describe my role as a target of long term secret police tactics (including gang-stalking) and torture with through-the-wall weapons. However, my use of that word may be a bit misleading. The truth is, I lead a meaningful, productive and happy life in spite over ten years of covert psychological and physical torture. My health is not compromised by the psychosomatic effects of bitterness and stress. Perhaps most importantly, I have not been seduced by my antagonists’ efforts to dominate and control my thinking and actions. I have resolutely rejected the seductive call of violence, spitefulness, and petty hatred. I stand as a powerful example before the criminal psychologists, weapons developers, and sociologists behind my persecution. They may understand the criminal mind, but cannot fathom the noblest of qualities such as integrity, courage, and humility. While my abusers can rightfully be accused of a myriad of injustices stemming from spite, hubris and cruelty, they cannot point to a single incident of retaliation. I have not even uttered a word of profanity in their presence. Does that sound like a helpless victim to you?

The qualities and principles I live by have served me admirably. You will often see references to Bible principles and characters in my writing. It is the best guidebook for coping with any adversity. I have not handled each situation perfectly, nor should I be expected to. However, taken on the whole, I have become the victor, not the victim. My adversaries have willingly given themselves over to the practice of cruel injustice without a struggle. I have resisted the unremitting call of barbarism and malice. In no way have I adopted the thinking and behavior of my enemies. Each days’ struggle in this regard has been met and overcome. That is true victory! In the light of this truth, who would you say is the real victim?

This past week I experienced two incidents which reminded me of the spirit and motives behind the gang-stalking and infrasonic / microwave weapons harassment I have undergone for the past few years. The first took place in my local library (Phoenix Library, Main Branch, Phoenix, Arizona). I observed a fellow in the business section poring over business journals and newspapers related to the stock market. Obviously he was a businessman of some sort, the intense look as he read revealing deep personal concern and interest. A much older, poorly dressed man approached him, evidently a poverty stricken Native American, quietly asking for a small handout. His approach was timid and apologetic, motivated by necessity. The businessman, quickly becoming irritated, began to loudly castigate the old man, demanding that he find a job rather than look for handouts. It was a humiliating display. And, judging by the businessman’s tone of voice, it was meant to be. The older Native American quietly walked away, uttering no response.

Feeling superior to others is a dangerous thing. When we are convinced that others are less worthy than ourselves, it can create a cruel and domineering spirit as that brief episode demonstrated. A simple, quiet reply by the businessman would have been a sufficient rejection, and, would have preserved the old man’s dignity as well. However, the businessman saw no need to treat someone he viewed condescendingly with even a modicum of respect.

It was with that observation fresh in my mind that a second incident occurred the following day. This time, I was personally involved. I was driving in the South Mountain Park / Preserve (Phoenix, Arizona) this past weekend to photograph the spring wildflowers that are in bloom. The part of the preserve best known for spring wildflower displays, is only open on the weekends from sunrise to sunset. At other times, a locked gate prevents entry. I drove into this area (the gate was open) about an hour before sunset this past Sunday. A Park Rangers’ vehicle was partially blocking one lane just past the entrance, having arrived just before I did. The Park Ranger had left the vehicle, and was walking in a forested area near the road. I stopped and asked him if the area was still open. I was not sure what to make of his vehicle partially blocking the road. The ranger said that they were closing the road. It was 4:38 in the afternoon, more than an hour before sunset. To my thinking, this was an odd decision. So I asked why they were closing it so early when the sign said “open sunrise to sunset.?”

Well, in less than a minute, a second Park Ranger appeared, approached my car and joined the conversation. I simply wanted to know why, just as I entered the area, that the decision was made to close it, and not at sunset as the posted sign indicates. As the conversation progressed, my manner of speaking began having a pronounced effect on these two Rangers. Let me explain why. I am the sort of person who grooms and dresses himself with dignity at all times. I have taught public speaking for over ten years, and spent many years in corporate environments. I know how to communicate respectfully yet emphatically without profanity or disrespect. Simply because of the way I spoke and conducted myself, the rangers began to think that perhaps I was a high-powered official with the Parks Department or City government who had caught them closing the gate too early. They became overly apologetic and extremely helpful as a result. I could see that they were in fear for their jobs, and were trying to find a way to know what office I held or represented. In that moment, I held a measure of power over those Park Rangers. It was the same power that businessman held as he was approached for a handout by the old man. How should I use that power? How did I use it?

I did not want to leave those Park Rangers with the wrong impression. It would be wrong to abuse the power I held at that moment. I thanked the Rangers for their work and assured them that I respected their authority. I also assured them that I was asking out of disappoint because of not being able to photograph the wildflowers (near sunset is one of the best times of the day for landscape photography) and would honor their decision. What fleeting power I held in that moment dissipated. I corrected any false impressions they held and left on good terms with both men.

However, I must admit to the brief temptation to use the power I held over those men in that moment as a tool of humiliation. After all, I have been repeatedly abused by those who hold an authority like these men. Shouldn’t I, in some way, take it out on these men, if only in speech? Never may that happen! I firmly reject the lure of power abused, sticking to the superior principles I have been taught since youth. Remember the “Golden Rule?” “Do unto others as you would have them do to you.” I strive to treat others the way I want others to treat me. Not the way I am treated. That “Golden Rule” did not govern the actions of the abusive businessman I had observed earlier. Nor does it govern the lives of persons employed in gang-stalking and psychological and physical torture. Offer ordinary people a chance to employ a cruel abusive power over others, and many will accept. It is an addictive thrill to abuse others, an alluring temptation to the imperfect mind and heart. Unless we make a concerted effort to adopt and stick to higher principles at all times (such as the “Golden Rule”), we will easily be lured by the abuse of power!

I began writing my account as a victim of involuntary testing with covert infrasonic and microwave (directed energy weapons) weapons about three years after the incidents began (about ten years ago). At first, I thought I was a target of a misguided law enforcement investigation. However, as time progressed the true motives behind this attack began to surface. I have written parts of my story as a fictionalized account for two reasons. First, the reader will not fully grasp what is happening to me with a dry accounting of facts. A sense of context, “the full picture” is better grasped by fictionalizing parts of the account to flesh out details. Secondly, there are many who will attack me for telling my story. They will question its veracity, and my sanity. For those who do, I give an easy way out. They can view it as a work of fiction and nothing more. However, the reasonable, open mind may well see the truth in my account.

ONE EVENING the nightmare begins. Without warning, you realize that you are the target of a cruel, unending campaign of psychological battering and torture with through-the-wall surveillance / hi-tech microwave and acoustic based weapons. You are never spoken to, never accused of a crime. Yet, the abuse continues for years. You are battered with covert through-the-wall weapons from adjoining apartments or nearby homes while you sleep at night. A coordinated campaign of psychological attacks occurs during the day. Its purpose is to wear you down, forcing you to react in a way that results in incarceration, homelessness, being declared mentally ill, suicide or death. Their mission is to isolate and destroy you mentally and physically. They will not stop until that is accomplished. It is all done covertly so that you cannot seek justice nor provide evidence of your abuse. Individuals cooperating in this cruel campaign are planted among your neighbors, workmates, and even in your place of worship. They provide a barrage of humiliating encounters while seeking to destroy your reputation.

This government surveillance and harassment uses a bogus “criminal investigation” as a cover, both to destroy your reputation and as an excuse for constant surveillance. It’s true motive is the testing of covert untraceable through-the-wall weapons and psychological warfare. You are chosen as a victim of this testing without consent.

In this revealing account that begins in Newark, New Jersey and is currently based in Phoenix, AZ, we read one victims story of justice perverted. It reveals how covert new torture technologies give government agencies the power to target persons through the walls of their homes when coupled with through-the-wall surveillance. Perhaps, most importantly, this is a story of unbreakable integrity, courage and restraint by a man of faith under attack.

Read the next installment of this gripping account of government testing of through-the-wall torture technology on innocent Americans!